Days
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Autumn's March
At sunset the sky rebels
into gray.
The clouds become stained
with orange, fighting the approaching dark.
The dark will win - temporarily -
and the days will march single file
off on the wings of autumn,
barefoot and happy, heading towards heaven.
And I,
I shall sit gently watching it all pass by.
Awaiting my time,
to quietly follow,
these marching end of days.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Bread & Roses
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the higher ground album, and has also been released on the gift you are and the john denver collection - rocky mountain high albums.
As we go marching, marching
In the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens
A thousand mill lofts grey
Are touched with all the radiance
That a sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing
Bread and roses, bread and roses
As we go marching, marching
We battle too for men
For they are womens children
And we mother them again
Our lives shall not be sweetened
From birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies
Give us bread, but give us roses
As we go marching, marching
We bring the greater days
For the rising of the women
Means the rising of the race
No more the drudge and idler
Ten that toil where one reposes
But the sharing of lifes glories
Bread and roses, bread and roses
Words by james oppenheim (1912), music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Sister's Garden
It's already cool, it's already late,
It's already autumn
In sister's garden, silent and still;
Her step has turned white.
A blackbird call lost and late,
It's already autumn
In sister's garden, silent and still;
An angel became.
poem by Georg Trakl
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Mr Hypocrite
Mr Hypocrite!
I cannot be your your friend!
I cannot wine nor dine with thee!
I will not be your friend!
Oh mr hypocritic clergy man!
I will not be your friend!
I will not wine nor dine with you!
I will not be your friend I say!
The last time i turned my back on you!
You stuck a knife in it!
The last time I put my trust in you!
You took me for a fool!
The Last time i gave my love to you!
You broke it like an egg!
Oh Mr hypocritic man I say!
I will not be your friend!
I will not Sit and eat with you!
I will not be your friend!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Little Red Apples
Out of Mother Nature
Came little red Apples'
That were grown
In the Garden of time
But God don't like
Little red Apples'
From which the Devil does dine
Women love to eat little red Apples'
In the Summer time
Men desire little red Apples'
Any old time
Winter, Summer, especially
When the Sun is high
In a clear blue Sky
The Devil does love
Little red Apples'
Man does love
Little red Apples'
Women love
Little red Apples'
poem by Allan James Saywell
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My Dry Roses
Today is not your birthday,
However, it is a very illustrious day
To offer you the dry roses
That I soaked in a lot of love from head to toes.
These dried flowers, although picked some time,
Will infinitely remain fresh like a wrapped buried dime.
You will neither have to feed them like children,
Nor water them like the camellias in the vipers' garden.
My crystallized roses transcend the four seasons,
They are protected by deadly thorns and one crazy smurf;
The rocks are part of this solemn army.
There are no bad days on earth;
Every day has its own criteria and beauty.
My roses are endless like time and the horizon.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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The garden of life...
Each of us are flowers in the garden of life we bloom,
We all bring a different light to brighten the daily gloom.
We all posess great potential to inspire our fellow man,
To offer peace and love is a choice we all should plan.
We can each bring joy to a life filled with sadness,
Just through a soft touch or word spoken in gladness.
We can also bring peace to those with a troubled mind,
Bring hope to a broken heart joy from the daily grind.
For every flower has something beautiful to share,
That has special meaning to someone, sometime, somewhere,
But our time is short, just like a season,
As autumn advances with purpose and reason.
We all have these gifts and we must take a chance,
If we spread peace and love it's the garden we enhance...
Enhance the garden...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Too Late For Merry Christmas?
Is it too late for Merry Christmas, too late for the greatest of Gifts?
Is God’s greatest offer limited to, a holiday known to me and you?
Some have Christmas in July, the reason for it, do you know why?
Is Christmas a day Christ was born, a day today, many just scorn?
Can’t we celebrate all year long, Christ with hearts filled with song?
Christmas for obvious reason, comes around for only one season,
And our Christmas as the holiday, with the tree, gets packed away,
But Christ throughout all the year, through His Spirit is always here.
Christmas is just a reminder for, a world trying to dismiss our Lord,
Where many don’t know who He is, while they relish receiving gifts,
When Christmas is over for them, we go on with Christ, as a friend,
Who is with us all year through, to offer God’s Gift to men like you.
So this day and all year through, this happy greeting I’ll say to you,
Merry Christmas and I’m not late, giving you words to contemplate.
Not too late to share with one, greetings in the name of God’s Son,
Who came not to make a holiday, but be for all God’s Narrow Way.
It’s never too late at all for me, to greet you in the power of Calvary,
Where Christmas was truly sealed; and all become spiritually healed,
Point Christmas to Calvary’s Cross; God’s Gift to the spiritually lost,
Away from all Christmas has become, and back to God’s Only Son.
(Copyright ©01/2008)
Conrad Siever
Not in that wasted garden
Where bodies are drawn into grass
That feeds no flocks, and into evergreens
That bear no fruit --
There where along the shaded walks
Vain sighs are heard,
And vainer dreams are dreamed
Of close communion with departed souls --
But here under the apple tree
I loved and watched and pruned
With gnarled hands
In the long, long years;
Here under the roots of this northern-spy
To move in the chemic change and circle of life,
Into the soil and into the flesh of the tree,
And into the living epitaphs
Of redder apples!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Lovin' You
I've tried Tequiila, tried Mary-Jane.
It got me no-where, it just drove me insane.
Single dumb an' stupid, baby, wasn't I a fool?
Ain't nothin' better than lovin' you.
Hey!
I've meditated on a single drop of rain.
Heard one hand clappin': there was silence in my brain.
It showed me somethin', baby, I already knew:
Ain't nothin' better than lovin' you.
I been high a time or two.
Those days are done:
Now, you're the one I'm turned on to. (Whoo!)
I know, now, what I'm gonna do.
The master-plan for this old man is:
Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you.
God made your body, baby: he built it well.
If He made somethin' better then he kept it for himself.
When we get to Heaven, girl, I bet he'll tell you too:
Ain't nothin' better than lovin' you.
I been high a time or two.
Those days are done:
Now, you're the one I'm turned on to.
I know, now, what I'm gonna do.
The master-plan for this old man is:
Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you.
Instrumental Break.
After tryin' everything,
I found my life's Venus.
I been high a time or two.
Those days are done:
Now, you're the one I'm turned on to.
I know now, what I'm gonna do.
The master-plan for this old man is:
Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you.
I been high, yeah, a time or two.
Those days are done:
Now, you're the one, girl, I'm turned on to.
I know, now, what I'm gonna do.
The master-plan for this old man is:
Lovin' you, lovin' you,
Oh, lovin' you.
To fade.
song performed by by Van Zant
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August
So generous was august, dropping stars,
So unthinking - in the set for property,
And dwellers' faces of Rostov-town,
Of all the south dwellers - turned to spectacle.
I'm thanking my good fate for fall
Of shining stars down on naked shoulders,
So similar is downfall of all
The lilac inflorescence in the garden old.
We watched for long the sunset at that time,
Our neighbours were such angry with the keys,
When a musician leaned to the old piano
With his grey-haired head, deriving music.
We were the sounds of one single music.
Oh, we could then untune the instrument,
But this accord from you to me
Was hardly to be torn or ruined.
In autumn this the beacons were so bright,
So near, close were the shining stars,
On boulevards the sailors had good time,
And girls in headscarfs had run about.
As earlier there are the fall and heat,
As earlier the sea shore is invariable,
Only from single music two light keys,
Two tunes had slipped out forever.
poem by Bella Akhmadulina, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Daughters Of The Queen
The coach stands
Waiting just outside
Just in case the queen
Should want to take a ride
But she stays
Safely locked away
She knows the world outside
Can be so cold and grey
Daughters of the queen
Come outside and play
Slip into the nighttime
Before it slips away
Her castle
Looms into the sky
Behind those walls
Youll never see
A fear fall from her eye
She seems content
To live her life all alone
But locked inside
Those castle walls
Her heart has turned to stone
Daughters of the queen
Come outside and play
Slip into the nighttime
Before it slips away
Daughters of the queen
Come let me hold your hand
Isnt it about time
You need to feel a man
Today her majesty has gone
In deaths repose
Its much too late
She lies there all alone
Alas the dreams
Inside her heart
Sleep forever silent
Imprisoned by the dead
Daughters of the queen
Come outside and play
Slip into the nighttime
Before it gets too late
song performed by by Pantera
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What Else Can You Do?
What else can they do?
After they have offended,
With disrespect...
Publicly denounced,
And rejected you?
And it was later discovered...
You were selected by God,
To protect them.
And you no longer have that need.
To acknowledge them or hear their pleas.
Especially...
When all you came to offer was love!
And that was something they prayed to receive!
What else can you do?
When God is watching you make attempts to deliver.
And He decides...
You should not compromise your dignity and pride!
What else can you do?
But follow those wishes...
And be blessed with the gifts,
God has given you to use!
And not waste your time,
Being abused by the confused.
What else can you do?
Even though they turned their backs on you...
Should you do the same thing done to you too?
What else can you do?
When God is watching you make attempts to deliver.
And He decides...
You should not compromise your dignity and pride!
What else can you do?
But follow those wishes...
And be blessed with the gifts,
God has given you to use!
And not waste your time,
Being abused by the confused.
Or think if you do...
You have something there to lose.
And you don't!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God's Gifts
God has many gifts
For us to take when we can
Or like God's first couple
Will we have to say we ran
Out of the Garden
It was too much to take
For the love of wisdom
Dont blame it all on the snake
To know from right and wrong
Or to let go and pray
How do you think you'll answer
When you get asked some day
It won't be easy
No clear wrong or right
You might get asked at morning
Or very late at night
Some of God's gifts come quietly
Like just opening you eyes
Some go thump and
Are really a surprise
Whatever kind it is
It's as kind as it can be
Not all gifts fit or are the
Right color you see
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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A Single Loaf Of Bread
A SINGLE LOAF OF BREAD
All these poems
And all this life
And all this endless writing
Do not buy
A single loaf of bread.
Measured by money
I mean minus forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Your Life, My Life
Your life in days
Love was prevalent
My life in days
Hate is a norm
I wish I knew you
All my life
But then you came along
And it was too late
For I cannot love again
I have given all
My love out
I gave my love
To daughters of eve
And I get in return
Nothing but scorn
Even from those
I sacrificed my time,
My money, my life
And my everything.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Lay Your Hands On Me
Sat in the corner of the garden grill, with plastic flowers
On the window sil
No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the
Washing of the dishes
Reaction levels much too high - I can do without the stimuli
Im living way beyond my ways and means, living in the
Zone of the inbetweens
I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of
The cold emotion
Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent
Hidden spies
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
No luck, no golden chances
No mitigating circumstances now
Its only common sense
There are no accidents around here
I am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their
Garden hoses
Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the
Cocktail satellite
I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways
Leading underground
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
Its only common sense
There are no accidents around here
I am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
Over me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me, over me
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Yours Forever
Here we are in the grays of winter,
Here we are just me and you,
Hold my hand,
Lets face tomorrow,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
This precious time we've only borrowed,
The autumn winds have blown on through,
A quiet thought will tell our story,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Yes tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Here some wings,
There yours forever,
And heres some dreams,
That will come true,
Take these tears, to wash away your sorrows,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you,
Yes tomorrow still holds out its to you,
Yes tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Mother Silent
Those days are over now
you and your mother
sitting in the garden
she with her posh lady hat
and you in your cap
to keep the sun
from your balding head
she maybe muttering
but mostly still
and quiet and looking
as best she could
at the birds coming and going
as they picked up bread
now she is still
and silent once more
quietly dead
and you sit no more
in the garden
in your cap
and she
in her posh lady hat
with the sun
on your head
she is silent now
forever gently
peacefully dead.
poem by Terry Collett
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The moon weeps
The moon weeps
Without a warning
In the ebony night
When it becomes lonesome
As the stars have departed
The moon weeps
In clandestine silence
Tears from the heavens
Overseeing all the sadness
As the stars have departed
The moon weeps
In self pitying sorrow
For being so alone
In such a big sky
It fills with melancholy
The moon's weeping
Stops so abrupt
As it holds power and luminescence
It is gently reminded
The time will come to shine
Like the moon
We sometimes all feel alone
Misunderstood and sorrowful
So like the moon we must recall
We all shall have our time to shine
poem by Mitchell Greenwood
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